Sixteen weeks ago tonight I let you walk away. I threw a kiss and smiled as you walked out the door. But I've done some thinkin', lately, and I find. That it isn't half as funny as before.
She's just a drifter and she drifts from town to town. She's never been branded and she's never been tied down. She drifts for a while then she might drift back to town.
Well I'm just a man, I'm weak in some ways. Sometimes I find it hard to find the strength. To make it through the day. But I've got a woman who carries me on.
From the letter you write me I guess that you're doing fine. I suppose you're too busy to remember I'm here doing time. I doubt if you're lonely I doubt if you've cried any tears.
Lonely little San Francisco teardrops. Mixed with lonely San Francisco raindrops. Frantically I try to find the way to say. What I feel in my heart. As I drive as slowly as I can up.
Restless cattle, stop your millin' round. It's time to go to sleep. While I tell you bout some secrets. This poor cowboy has to keep. You won't understand, but still I'd like.
I got a letter from my baby. Came in the mail yesterday. She had an awful lot on her mind. She had an awful lot to say. . Well, she treated me like an old, old friend.
Gather 'round cowboys I'll tell you a tale. A story that's hard to be told. Of a trick ridin' cowgril we loved and we called. The queen of the big roder.
Little by little, step by step. Slowly but surely we fell in love. How did it happen, it's easy to see. We didn't rush things ,we loved progressively.
All night long I tried to sleep but sleep refused to come. Cause today I knew I'd either have to fight or run. Knowin' if I choose to run my mind would never rest.
I've gained wealth and fame though I'm not satisfied. Oh, pray for me, Mother of mine. My footsteps have strayed from the straight narrow way. Oh, pray for me, Mother of mine.
We could always find tomorrow when a problem came our way. We could reach back in a storehouse full of love. Now we can't find tomorrow or run back to yesterday.
At times when it's snowin'. At times when the wind is blowin'. At times when the night is still. At times when the moon has climbed the hill. I can feel you close to me.
A long time ago in the small border town of Nogales. There lived a beautiful Mexican girl named Ava Maria Morales. Her dark hair would glisten and shine when touched by the sun.
Two lips need two more to kissin' two lips need two more to missin'. Baby I need you like you need me. The sun and sky need one another that's the way we need each other.
A white sports coat and a pink carnation. I'm all dressed up for the dance. A white sports coat and a pink carnation. I'm all alone in romance. . Once you told me long ago.
I love you in a very special kind of way. In fact so much that words could never really say. I love you never knowing that you cared for me. Until I needed you then I could really see.
I don't ask you ,Lord, to lighten up my burden. I don't mind the trials on earth that I go through. Beyond doubt, I want to prove that I am worthy. Of a little spot in Heaven close to you.
I got a letter from my baby. She said she's comin' home today. I got a letter from my baby. She said she's comin' home today. Oh well, my baby wasn't lyin'.
Born in the heat of the desert my mother died giving me life. Despised and disliked by my father blamed for the loss of his wife. You know Lord I've been in a prison for something I'd never done.